No Names
DANGERDOOM Lyrics
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And I...
She stopped screaming long enough to tell you that?
Huh? No no no no, no, the other Debbie
Debbie the teacher?
Oh, you mean... Black Debbie
Whoa whoa whoa whoa, why is she "Black" Debbie?
No, not in a bad way
It's just to tell them apart because she's... black!
True, Doom rolled on through with a whole crew
That stole on you for holding old brew, who told you?
Even if it's crap, mind your own business
They raps ain't got no gift like a lonely Christmas
Real phony with beats that's hardly fresh
How they manage to deal is anybody's guess
Yours is as good as mine, she's sure fine
From the hood where you squeeze your nine off the free cheese line
All you saw was a do a bee's line
To where she stood and sipped the Nehi Grape, the sweet kind
Circle you, thicker by de-sign
Be-hind swingin like bring it back, come rewind
Uhh, excuse me boo
She stuck out her tongue, it was purple number two
FDA approved played it smoother than a doo rag
What a brother gotta do to get a taste a some of you?
Bagged, and he don't mean coach
Then she saw the mask, acted like she seen a roach
The mirror shine reflect colors like your CD's
Show love to others, we all brothers like the Bee Gees
All except the broads and you
Hold your applause, they break God's laws and who pays?
The taxpayer that's who
Catch a rapper by his toe and smack off his tattoos
That's gonna leave a bruise
Leave 'em grievin blues like believin in evening news
They must be eatin glue
Heave it all back, and we even Steven Sue
Sprinkle lyrics like seasoning beef stew
And sneezin all in it after breathin in the flu
Get a clue, his reasoning is askew
As to all the feverin and heavin up goo
Either that or... dude
Leave your girl around this man whore and she's too screwed
Just in case she's in a "what you wanna do" mood
Bring your plate to the Metal Face and get your food chewed
? tastes like chicken
He wastes no time like the bassline kickin in
Or like a lace eye with you through thick and thin
Raw humor, face pie to a frickin chin
New York'n, a hell of a finer town
Choose your words wisely from the Boogie Down to Chinatown
Or be found with a hole in your designer gown
In the role of public opinion it earned a minor frown
If you think you're slick, you might could wish, but uhh
As a few good men set sights to link with your chick
You have to find a new hen fight to drink your liq'
Ten years later, see how Enzyte'll shrink your... wallet
As you wallow in a sorrow pit
Cheers, is that your beer kid? Then swallow it
Or get chased by the Sandman, on some Apollo
Flow so weird, his own peers couldn't follow it
On the phone, he sounded like a real paid
Then we met in person, he was three shades blacker
That's why he saved money over ball and chain dames
We all the same, no callin names
I'm as smart as him!
What? I got Ph.D's in four scientific disciplines
Really?
Why do you think they call me Dr. Quinn?
Um, I just thought that was a nickname
You know, like Dr. Dre
East-side!
The lyrics in DANGERDOOM's song No Names are quite abstract and hard to decipher, but the overall theme of the song seems to be centered around rap culture and the rap industry itself. The song seems to be a commentary on the hypocrisy and phoniness of many rappers, the sexism, and objectification of women, and the pressure to conform to certain societal standards. The use of different variations of Debbie, such as Black Debbie or Debbie the teacher, implies that the song is intended to represent or call out different societal groups or individuals.
The first few lines of the song suggest that the rap industry and culture have failed to address important issues such as sexism and objectification of women. The mention of "Debbie thinks this is all about her biological clock" seems to imply that women are being viewed only in terms of their biological function or their place within society as opposed to being viewed or respected as individuals. The mention of Black Debbie and the distinction made between her and another Debbie seems to suggest that even within different communities, individuals are still being viewed or judged based on their skin color or other physical characteristics.
The rap verses in the song seem to be a commentary on the artificiality and insincerity of many rappers. The use of phrases like "Real phony with beats that's hardly fresh" and "Their raps ain't got no gift like a lonely Christmas" suggests that many rappers are more interested in the image they project than in making meaningful, authentic music. The use of violent imagery such as "Catch a rapper by his toe and smack off his tattoos" seems to suggest that violence is often used to maintain the status quo within the rap industry.
Overall, the lyrics of No Names by DANGERDOOM seem to be a commentary on the complex social and cultural issues within the rap industry and society as a whole.
Line by Line Meaning
Well, Debbie thinks this is all about her biological clock
Yes, Debbie really did think that this song was going to be about her biological clock, even though it's not.
And I...
The singer doesn't complete this sentence, leaving it open-ended.
True, Doom rolled on through with a whole crew
Doom and his crew came through and stole someone's old beer.
All you saw was a do a bee's line
Someone quickly made their way to Debbie, and with a zigzag like a bumblebee's path.
Be-hind swingin like bring it back, come rewind
Debbie's behind was swinging back and forth as if you should rewind and watch it again.
Bagged, and he don't mean coach
Someone is taken with Debbie, and they don't mean they put her in a bag like a coach bag, they just really like her.
The mirror shine reflect colors like your CD's
The colors of the mirror's reflection are similar to colors you might see on a CD.
All except the broads and you
Everyone is a brother, except for women and the person who is currently listening.
He wastes no time like the bassline kickin in
Doom starts rapping as soon as the bassline kicks in, without wasting any time.
Or like a lace eye with you through thick and thin
He'll stick with you through thick and thin like a lace eye.
Raw humor, face pie to a frickin chin
The humor is raw and unrefined, like getting hit in the face with a pie.
In the role of public opinion it earned a minor frown
The artist or someone else received a minor disapproval from the public opinion.
Ten years later, see how Enzyte'll shrink your... wallet
Ten years later, you'll realize how much money you've spent on Enzyte and how much it's shrunk your wallet.
As you wallow in a sorrow pit
You'll be wallowing in a pit of sorrow while realizing how much money you've spent on Enzyte.
We all the same, no callin names
Everyone is the same, so let's not call names.
I'm as smart as him!
The person speaking claims to be as smart as someone else they were just talking to.
Why do you think they call me Dr. Quinn?
The artist is called Dr. Quinn because they have PhDs in multiple scientific disciplines.
Um, I just thought that was a nickname
The person responding thought that Dr. Quinn was just a nickname and not an actual title.
East-side!
A shouted phrase that is often associated with Dr. Dre, a West Coast rapper, as a way to show one's allegiance to a particular side of town.
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: BRIAN JOSEPH BURTON, DANIEL DUMILE THOMPSON
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@mfdoomnyc1471
True! DOOM rolled on through with a whole crew
That stole owning for holding old brew, who told you?
Even if it's crap, mind your own business
They raps ain't got no gift like a lonely Christmas
Real phony with beats that's hardly fresh
How they manage to deal is anybody's guess
Yours is as good as mine, she's sure fine
From the hood where you squeeze your nine
Off the free cheese line
All you saw was a {ho} do a bee's line
To where she stood and sipped the Nehi Grape, the sweet kind
Circle you, thicker by de-sign
Behind swingin' like bring it back, come rewind
Uhh, excuse me boo
She stuck out her tongue, it was purple number two
FDA approved played it smoother than a durag
What a brother gotta do to get a taste a some of you?
Bagged, and he don't mean coach
Then she saw the mask, acted like she seen a roach
The mirror shine reflect colors like your CD's
Show love to others, we all brothers like the Bee Gees
All except the broads and you
Hold your applause, they break God's laws
And who pays? The taxpayer that's who
Catch a rapper by his toe and smack off his tattoos
That's gonna leave a bruise
Leave 'em grievin' blues like believin' in evenin' news
They must be eatin' glue
Heave it all back and we even Steven Sue
Sprinkle lyrics like seasoning beef stew
And sneezin' all in it after breathin' in the flu
Get a clue, his reasonin' is askew
As to all the feverin' and heavin' up goo
Either that or, dude
Leave your girl around this man whore and she's too screwed
Just in case she's in a "what you wanna do" mood
Bring your plate to the Metal Face and get your food chewed
Tastes like chicken
He wastes no time like the bassline kickin' in
Or like a lace eye with you through thick and thin
Raw humor, face pie to a frickin' chin
New York'n, a hell of a finer town
Choose your words wisely from the Boogie Down to Chinatown
Or be found with a hole in your designer gown
In the role of public opinion, it earned a minor frown
If you think you're slick, you might can whisper, uh
As a few good men set sights to link with your chick
You have to find a new hen fight to drink your liq'
Ten years later, see how Enzyte'll shrink your- wallet
As you wallow in a sorrow pit
Cheers, is that your beer kid? Then swallow it
Or get chased by the Sandman, on some Apollo-
Flow so weird, his own peers couldn't follow it
On the phone, he sounded like a real paid (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Then we met in person, he was three shades blacker
That's why he say money over ball and chain dames
We all the same, no callin' names
@50l50l50Productions
this whole album consists of some of the best beats ever. Danger Mouse is the master. really got me into Gnarls Barkley.. more great beats.
@mfdoomnyc1471
True! DOOM rolled on through with a whole crew
That stole owning for holding old brew, who told you?
Even if it's crap, mind your own business
They raps ain't got no gift like a lonely Christmas
Real phony with beats that's hardly fresh
How they manage to deal is anybody's guess
Yours is as good as mine, she's sure fine
From the hood where you squeeze your nine
Off the free cheese line
All you saw was a {ho} do a bee's line
To where she stood and sipped the Nehi Grape, the sweet kind
Circle you, thicker by de-sign
Behind swingin' like bring it back, come rewind
Uhh, excuse me boo
She stuck out her tongue, it was purple number two
FDA approved played it smoother than a durag
What a brother gotta do to get a taste a some of you?
Bagged, and he don't mean coach
Then she saw the mask, acted like she seen a roach
The mirror shine reflect colors like your CD's
Show love to others, we all brothers like the Bee Gees
All except the broads and you
Hold your applause, they break God's laws
And who pays? The taxpayer that's who
Catch a rapper by his toe and smack off his tattoos
That's gonna leave a bruise
Leave 'em grievin' blues like believin' in evenin' news
They must be eatin' glue
Heave it all back and we even Steven Sue
Sprinkle lyrics like seasoning beef stew
And sneezin' all in it after breathin' in the flu
Get a clue, his reasonin' is askew
As to all the feverin' and heavin' up goo
Either that or, dude
Leave your girl around this man whore and she's too screwed
Just in case she's in a "what you wanna do" mood
Bring your plate to the Metal Face and get your food chewed
Tastes like chicken
He wastes no time like the bassline kickin' in
Or like a lace eye with you through thick and thin
Raw humor, face pie to a frickin' chin
New York'n, a hell of a finer town
Choose your words wisely from the Boogie Down to Chinatown
Or be found with a hole in your designer gown
In the role of public opinion, it earned a minor frown
If you think you're slick, you might can whisper, uh
As a few good men set sights to link with your chick
You have to find a new hen fight to drink your liq'
Ten years later, see how Enzyte'll shrink your- wallet
As you wallow in a sorrow pit
Cheers, is that your beer kid? Then swallow it
Or get chased by the Sandman, on some Apollo-
Flow so weird, his own peers couldn't follow it
On the phone, he sounded like a real paid (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Then we met in person, he was three shades blacker
That's why he say money over ball and chain dames
We all the same, no callin' names
@Robot_champion
I love this bass line
@flubertindicite9630
flow so wierd his own peers couldnt follow it! best line ever
@rapohkorczynski7850
Flubert Indicite weird
@prolifik5
On the phone he sounded like a real paid <whoa whoa whoa>
Then we met in person he was three shades blacker
@falafelbomber
This makes me want the instrumental even more. That shit lowkey hot
@Lorendrawn
You have 69 likes.
@TheSstretch68
RIP TO THE LEGENDARY MF DOOM!!!!!
@bg5126
Love this song